MTV Pre-PPV Match No. 1
Triple Threat Match
Johnny Legend Vs. "Spectacular" Steve Murdock Vs. Three Finger Bob: Stand Up Comedian

3FB, Legend and Murdock all stood in the ring, and 3FB stood back and watched Legend and Murdock beat the Holy Hell out of each other. 3FB at one point left the ring and started commentating, throwing some of his comedy out. Legend hit his finisher on Murdock, only to turn around and see 3FB enter the ring. 3FB told a joke and laughed… Legend looked un-impressed. 3FB gave Legend his patented kick to the nut and used his finisher, Nite At The Improv (Which tonight, was a DDT) to get the pinfall. After the match, CEO Jay V came out, and fired Johnny Legend and Steve Murdock for such dismal performances. Legend didn't seem to care, whilst Steve Murdock looked dreadful on his first, and last WsW match.

This tag match was fairly even, with Van Zant and Banks using their in-ring experience in WsW to their advantage, keeping Slugger isolated through most of the match. Banks got planted with a BIG spinebuster from Slugger, causing the referee to utilise a 10 count. Banks finally tagged out to Van Zant while Slugger got the hot tag to Weston. Weston entered the ring and was on fire with punches, clothesline and dropkicks. A near fall after a fisherman's DDT on Van Zant. Van Zant seemed dazed as Slugger clotheslined Banks over the top and followed him, beating him around. Van Zant went up top, only for Weston to push him to the outside. Van Zant landed awkwardly and was holding his knee in extreme pain. Weston took the advantage, headed outside and rolled Van Zant back into the ring. Seeing Van Zant in sheer agony with his knee, Weston slapped a figure four leg lock on to whichi Van Zant tapped instantly. The WsW headed up the ramp and celebrated while EMTs took Van Zant away on a stretcher, Banks looking on in pity.

MR: "Welcome everyone to WsW Vulgarity!"

HI: "We have some AMAZING matches here tonight... But unfortunatly, we also have Adz..."

MR: "And we regret to inform you that the first appearance of Commisioner Xander has had to be put on hold for a week as the Commisioner has come down with a bout of Asian flu..."

HI: "Or Herpes..."

The shot fades in with Zak Hackett, dejected over his loss, begins tossing crates of Pepsi® across the hallway. A young fan with his hands behind his back walks up to Zak, with a big grin on his face.

Fan: Are you Healy Startling?

Zak gets some joy from the comment and joyfully says:

Zak: No.

Fan: Fuck, I was his fan!

Zak: Yeah kid, we all make mistakes.

The child then proceeds to take out a wooden pistol and shoots a rubber bullet into Zak's arm. He screams in pain.

Zak: DAMMIT! That was my throw- ... my writ- ... my good arm dammit!

The child mercifully skips away as an important looking man (with expensive headphones) comes rushing to the aid of Zak.

Man (with headphones!): EMT'S! WE NEED EMT'S! This isn't some guy who was undefeated, this is WsW's premier jobber! GET THE PADDLES!

The scene fades out as the EMT's rush up to the scene as a crowd forms around it.

MR: Here we go, getting ready for the first match here tonight for the Pay Per View Vulgarity.

HI: Yeah, a man who I've come across in my career... Good Ol' Gump facing off against The Ax Man, number one contendership for the Television Title.

MR: Good way to kick things off!

Big Wheels Keep on Turnin'
Carry Me Home To See My Kin
Singing Songs About The Southland
I Miss Ole Bamy Once Again And I Think Its A Sin. Yes.

"Sweet Home Alabama" By Lynard Skynard kicks off as the fans rise to a standing ovation for Shepard Williams, who comes out onto the SimTron wearing his ring attire, that being his normal clothing for those who don't know Shep. Blue jeans, a white tank top, some black boots and of course his trademark black cowboy hat.

Well, I Heard Mister Young Sing About Her
Well, I Heard Ole Neil Put Her Down
Well I Hope Neil Young Will Remember
A Southern Man Don't Need Him Around Anyhow

Sweet Home Alabama!
Where The Skies Are Blue!

Sweet Home Alabama!
Lord I'm Coming Home To You!

By this time Shep has reached the ring, sliding into it he continues to hear the chants. As the camera pans around you see some signs such as "DRINK ZIMA!" and "Welcome Back Gump!" Shep walks over to the ring announcer and gets a hold of the mic. He just listens to the fans cheering for a few moments, then motions them to quiet down, in which they do.

Shepard Williams: I tell ya somethin ya freaks! It's GREAT to be back in the squared circle!

The fans cheer

HI: Yeah well its good to have you back Shep!

MR: It'll be good to see him wrestle up close!

Shepard Williams: Anyways, while its great to be out here getting ready to wrestle my opponent, the self-proclaimed "Ax Man"... But I'm here for another reason, that being the Tag Team Title tournament which can make anybody here in the WsW a Hall of Famer if they can get a hold of those straps and are recognized as the Tag Champs... Well, it's good to have The TRUE Icon behind me in the Tag Title tournament.

HI: Well he's got a point, though he's not exactly a bad partner to have either.

Shepard Williams: Icon, get your ass in the ring man. This is your time to speak up too! From the wrestlers perspective.

Icon smiles and takes off his headset, he makes his way into the ring with his own mic.

HI: Thanks Shep, its good to take some time here to talk to everybody and like Shep said moments ago... IT IS GREAT TO BE BACK IN THE SQUARED CIRCLE!

The fans roar in approval of Icon's return.

Shepard Williams: Indeed it is my friend! I knew you wouldn't be able to sit and commentate for the rest of your character; you want to see if you can cut it with the new blood flooding into the wrestling industry, I feel the same way and I wasn't even commentating. I could just imagine how bad it must have been from your standpoint... That's why I gave you that phone call and asked you to tag with me in this tournament, let's show everybody its the veterans who will stand out still though.

HI: Not to mention we're both a couple of FREAKS who don't mind the spotlight.

Shep laughs.

Shepard Williams: I reckon you're right there Icon. Let's just make it official to all those wrestlers in the back with a tag team partner. Better hope you don't face us first!

HI: Alright Shep, you got yourself a match now so I'm going to go right back to my comfortable chair and commentate.

Icon gets out of the ring and returns to his seat.

Shepard Williams: Well there you have it everyone! Shep and Icon, the guys you know will win those Tag Titles. But now? ENJOY VULGARITY! HACKETT GET OUT HERE YA FREAK!!!!! 

HI: Wooo! What a way to kick things off!

MR: These fans just won't keep quiet, Vulgarity is going to own all!

Shep tosses the mic out of the ring and waits for Hackett's music to play. "Still Frame" By Trapt kicks in, and Zak Hackett makes his way out into the entrance way! The fans booing the resident WsW Jobber...

HI: Typical reception for a typical jobber...

MR: You ever get this reception?

HI: I oughta slap you just for that... never mind your usual crap...

As Zak enters the ring, he is nailed up side the head with a boot! Staggered, he stands stright up and is taken down with a Shep clothesline! Shepard follows this up by going to the top rope and diving off with a Big Elbow Drop!

1... 2... NO! ZACK GETS HIS SHOULDER UP!

Shepard pulls Hackett to his feet, lifts him into a suplex position and nails a Brainbuster, laying Hackett out again... For the second time this match, Shep climbs to the top rope... He waits for Hackett to get to his feet again, diving off with a Missle Dropkick...

MR: Shep taking TOTAL control here...

HI: You expected anything else?

Shepard runs from the far side of the ring and flies through the air connecting with a flying cross body! As they hit the ground Hackett uses Sheps momentum and rolls through the cross body into a small package!

1... 2... NO! SHEP KICKS OUT!

Shep gets to his feet and goes for a right hand but its blocked by Hackett who nails one of his own, another block and reverse combo... Hackett comes from the far side and spears Shep out of his boots!

HI: Woah, woah, woah, whats goin on?!

MR: Hackett's getting in some offence!

As Shep gets to his feet, Hackett nails a plastic surgery! The crowd sit back in disbelief... Hackett pulls Shep up onto his shoulders and nails the Hackett!

1... 2... NO! SHEP KICKS OUT AGAIN!

Hackett looks angry and pulls Shep up again... He sets up for The Impact...

MR: This is Hackett's finisher Icon...

HI: I've noticed... Jeez...

Shep is slammed to the mat with "The Impact!"

1... 2... A THIRD KICK OUT BY SHEP!

Hackett jumps to his feet and jumps up and down in sheer frustration! Shep is pulled up and set up for "The Still Frame"! Shep is lifted up, but slides down Hackett's back... Hackett turns and is caught straight in the jaw with the Country Dancin'!

1... 2... NO HACKETT KICKS OUT THIS TIME!

Shep looks at the ground who go wild, he signals for his finisher, The Southern Plow... He lifts Hackett into the air and slams his head, neck and back into the mat!

1... 2... 3!

WINNER BY PINFALL AND NO. 1 CONTENDER FOR TV TITLE = SHEPARD WILLIAMS

MR: What a hard fought victory by Williams!

HI: Never any doubt! Not as if Hackett was gunna win...

MR: This next match-up is to crown the first ever WSW television champion, and it will be a glass rod match.

HI: Mike with Riggs in the ring you can bet carnage will be left behind.

Come out and Play by the offspring comes on over the PA, after a short delay Riggs walks out carrying a 19 foot ladder to the ring.

HI: I knew this guy was a few nickels short of a dollar, look he thinks this is a ladder match!

MR: With that pallet full of glass rods sitting at ringside this cant be good.

Riggs steps into the ring; he rests the ladder up against the turnbuckle and stands patiently awaiting his opponent.

2003 Bonnie and Clyde by Jay Z begins to play over the PA, the camera switches to Riggs who slumps down into a fighting position licking his chops. The lights dim to the point where you can barely see anything, yet Riggs has yet to take his eyes off the ramp.

HI: Look at this Knife Point got scared, he isn't going to show.

MR: You really are a simple minded creature; he is just playing some mind games by making Riggs wait.

As the announcers continue their arguing a dark figure crawls out from under the ring, he steps into the ring and slowly stalks his prey. The lights come back on as the first glass rod gets broken over the head of Riggs. Riggs drops to one knee and Knife Point starts pounding away at him with hard right and left hands.

HI: Would you look at that, Knife Point made a sneak attack to get the upper hand early, his parents would be so proud of him… I'm so proud of him!!

MR: Just shows you what's at stake here, Knife Point wants that belt.

Riggs has staggered back to his feet, and is now exchanging punches with Knife Point, Knife Point covers up and his met with a DDT for his troubles. Riggs is regaining control as he helps Knife Point to his feet and attempts to Irish Whip him into the corner that is holding the ladder, however Knife Point reverses and Riggs meets the ladder hard. Not hard enough for him to fall though, but he is dazed and turns around to rest against the ladder and is met with a Gore. The ladder falls on top of Riggs and Knife Point climbs the turnbuckle and hits a 360 leg drop.

MR: Gore… Gore…GORE!!!

HI: Riggs is out of it, we could have a winner here very shortly.

Knife Point tosses the ladder off of Riggs and goes for the cover 1…..2….3!!! NO!!! Riggs got his shoulder up and Knife Point can't believe it. He turns towards the ref and holds up three fingers, the ref counters with two and Knife Point Climbs out of the ring and grabs two more glass rods. At this point Riggs is slowly starting to get to his feet, only to be knocked back down as Knife Point hits him with a glass rod on each side of his head, this cutting Riggs open. He goes for the cover, 1…..2… Riggs just got his foot on the rope.

MR: Riggs is taking a lot of punishment here, how much more can he withstand?

HI: Look that sick son of a bitch is smiling!

Riggs is on the ground with blood gushing out of his head with a demented smile on his face, Knife Point walks over and starts hitting his wounds with hard right hands trying to bust him open more. Knife Point continues to punch, but Riggs is getting to his feet, he counters a punch with another DDT. Riggs wipes his forehead and stares at the blood, then he tosses Knife Point into the turnbuckle and executes The End. Knife Point is down, but Riggs isn't going for the cover, instead he suplexes Knife Point out of the ring. As Knife Point hits the floor Riggs grabs his ladder and sets it up by the pallet of glass rods. He then helps Knife Point to his feet and begins leading him to the pallet, knowing what is about to happen Knife Point starts getting desperate and as his legs buckle he drops to his knees and hits a low blow on Riggs.

MR: Can you imagine the carnage Riggs would have left behind if Knife Point didn't do something fast?

HI: At least now I see why he brought the ladder to the ring with him.

Riggs doubles over from the low blow and is hit with a belly to belly suplex. Knife Point then walks over to the Spanish announcers table and starts clearing it off. He walks back over to Riggs and puts him on the table, Knife Point looks as if he is going to attempt a powerbomb but Riggs counters by using a backdrop. Knife Points back smacks the table, but the impact wasn't enough to break it. Riggs helps Knife Point to his feet and executes a brainbuster that makes the table collapse under them. Knife Point is now busted open as Riggs positions his body over the pallet of glass and climbs the ladder. The crowd is to their feet as Riggs attempts a moonsault, but Knife Point just barely rolls out of the way leaving nothing for Riggs to land on but the glass rods themselves.

HI: Holy Shit Mike, he just committed suicide!

MR: Look Knife Point is climbing the ladder now!

Knife Point reaches the top; he taunts briefly to the crowd and attempts his modified shooting star press. Riggs isn't able to move as the impact is made. Knife Point bounces off Riggs hard and hits the ground. Both men now lay motionless as a Holy Shit chant begins in the crowd.

MR: This is over if Knife Point can get Riggs in the ring to make the cover.

HI: Did you see all that glass shatter? HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!!

MR: Calm down, Icon…

HI: FUCK NO!!! THIS IS A PPV!!!

Knife Point slowly gets to his feet and leads Riggs into the ring; you can see all kinds of new cuts all over his back. Knife Point is still groggy and slowly attempts a cover. 1…..2……3 Riggs got his shoulder up again!

HI: You have got to be kidding me, Riggs isn't a man he is an animal!

MR: What a match this has turned out to be!

Knife Point rolls off of Riggs and has a look of confusion on his face. He then calls for more rods to be brought to ringside. While the crew is carrying them down somehow Riggs is back to his feet. He sneaks up behind Knife Point and hits a low blow sending him to the ground in pain. Riggs then locks in a Boston Crab; the blood begins to run more fluently down the face of Knife Point now.

MR: Riggs has that move locked in the center of the ring, this match could be over.

HI: Riggs shouldn't win this match; look at him he is a bloody mess!

Knife Point is screaming in pain as he tries to fight his way to the ropes, the crew has now left a new pallet of glass rods at ringside, when Riggs sees this he breaks the hold. He grabs the ladder from the outside and tosses it into the ring; he then grabs four of the glass rods and positions them across the fallen ladder. Knife Point slowly gets to his feet as he is met with a kick to the stomach and the Hopskotch on the ladder with the glass rods.

HI: Holy Shit!!! HELL YES!!.... What's next?

MR: Riggs done that move out of desperation and is struggling to get back to his feet to make a cover.

Riggs rolls Knife Point off the ladder and covers him 1……2…………..3 Knife Points left leg was under the rope so the ref stopped the count. Riggs rolls over on his back in disbelief as Knife Point uses the ropes to get to his feet. Riggs is now standing also and the two meet with a double clothesline sending them both to the mat. 1……….2………..3…………..4……………5……………..6……………7………….8

MR: Riggs slowly gets back to his feet; it's a good thing because this match shouldn't end that way.

HI: Who are you to say how the match should end Mike?

Riggs walks to the outside and grabs the pallet of glass and brings it into the ring. Knife Point gets to his feet and the two again begin exchanging punches. Knife Point gets the upper hand and then hits a dropkick to the chin of Riggs. He looks around the ring and finds the pallet of glass rods that Riggs has just brought in; he takes it to the corner and rests it in a slant on the turnbuckle so the glass wouldn't fall. Knife Point then tosses Riggs into that corner against the glass and steps across to the opposite corner. Knife Point takes off full steam and hits the Sharp Impact which buckles the pallet around Riggs, and all the glass that was still standing busted on his back. Knife Point goes for the pin. 1………2………..3

WINNER OF THIS MATCH AS A RESULT OF A PINFALL, AND NEW WSW TELEVISION CHAMPION = KNIFE POINT!

MR: Knife Point has done it; he is the NEW Television Champion of WsW!!

HI: What a match this was… Look at Riggs he is still smiling!

Riggs is still seen smiling as he heads to the back. Knife Point is nowhere to be seen as he has run off… at full speed, to the back. In the back, we see a group of men in white coats, one with a straight jacket, one with a stun gun. Krazy Kris sees these people backstage, and with a wide eyed glare… runs…

HI: LOOK AT HIM GO!!! KRIS IS HAULING ASS!!!

The men in white coats then meet Riggs and try to put the straight jacket on him. Riggs fights back, screaming, only to be shot with the stun gun FIVE times. Riggs finally succumbs to the pain as the straight jacket is put on him

MR: Looks like we've seen the last of Riggs for a while…

HI: Good, look at him.. he's trying to bite people!!

MR: It's time for the first of our three triple threat matches of the night!

HI: The Lawyer vs. The Punisher vs. The Weird Longwinded Guy.

MR: Or more appropriately, Antonio J. Collins vs. "The Punisher" Darrel Music vs. Revolution.

HI: My way worked as well…

"War Machine" by KISS is heard throughout Times Square as Darrel Music makes his way down to the ring.

MR: Music has an eight inch height advantage over the rest of his opponents…that will either serve him well, or make him a target…

HI: Probably make him a target…then he'll be the second best target in the WSW.

MR: I'm afraid to as who is the first…

HI: Columbo! The fool!

"Feel So Numb" by Rob Zombie roars out in Times Square, and Revolution comes out to a huge chorus of boos.

MR: Fans hate this man…he actually killed someone a couple weeks ago…how he didn't get arrested, I'll never know.

HI: Must have friends in high places or a lot of money.

MR: Probably the latter…

HI: You're learning!

Uh Huh by Silkk The Shocker hits and the Times Square Display lights up with scenes of Antonio's past matches and the attack on him last week. There is a huge explosion and Antonio walks out from the back seemingly not dressed to wrestle as he has on black tuxedo pants and a white dress shirt. Antonio also has on black gloves with the fingers cut out. He slowly makes his way toward the ring. The Times Square Display shows the white Raven belonging to Anjel and then Anjel herself formed in a cloud looking down at Antonio as he slides in the ring and climbs the ropes in the corner raising his hand high in the air.

HI: Anjel…mmm.

MR: Get a hold of yourself would you?

HI: I can't get a hold of myself on pay per view…Jay V would fire me.

As Collins poses in the corner, Revolution nails him from behind with a beautiful dropkick. Then Music levels Revolution with a clothesline. Collins turns around and starts kicking Revolution…Music shrugs and joins in. After about a minute or so of just pure uninhibited stomping for the joy of stomping, they kick Revolution out to the outside, and then grapple up. Music quickly gains the upper hand due to his height advantage, and slams down Collin with a nice short-arm clothesline. He then drops a big elbow on Collins and remains on him for the pin. The ref only gets a one count before Collins kicks out.

MR: Music trying to end it quickly…not a bad idea since the match will go in favor of the smaller wrestlers if the match drags on…

HI: Music just wants to win…nothing wrong with that I can assure you.

Collins ducks under the next clothesline Music attempts, then flips over the rope and onto the apron. Music turns around to see Collins jump up onto the top rope and springboard into a dropkick into Music's chest. Collins gets up quickly and bounces off the ropes into a rolling senton ground splash. He goes to bounce off the ropes again, only to be tripped and dragged out of the ring by Revolution. Revolution proceeds on slamming Collins hard in the face with stiff left hands, and then whips him into the steel barricade. Collins body wraps around the barricade then crumples forward. Revolution slides back into the ring.

MR: All three men realize it is easier to put one opponent out of commission and then focus on the match as if it is one on one…

HI: Yeah, until the out of commission guy gets back up and slams you in the nuts so hard that you think you're a squirrel storing nuts because your nuts now reside in your mouth…true story, happened in Japan when I wrestled this guy…sad really.

MR: I bet.

HI: You'd lose money if you did…

Revolution stands up and delivers several lightning fast kicks to the sides of "The Punisher." He bounces off the ropes and hits Music with a clothesline…nothing happens; Music just sits there and grins at Revolution. Revolution does it a second time…same result. He goes for it a third time… but receives a big boot to the head. Collins gets back into the ring and delivers a dropkick to the back of Music's right knee. He jumps out to the apron and then, using the ropes as a springboard, hits a moonsault. The ref counts only to one before Music powers out. Meanwhile, Revolution climbs to the top rope as Music and Collins get to their feet.

MR: I wonder what Revolution is going to do now.

HI: Just wait…he'll leap off and then you'll be able to say whatever move he does three times in a row…

Just as Revolution goes to jump off the ropes, Collins knees Music and sends him into the corner hard, causing Music to hit the corner then collapse forward on the mat and Revolution to fall down and hit his crotch on the top turnbuckle.

HI: If there was a little Revolution in his pants…it was just squashed.

MR: Is this event almost over?

HI: Unlikely…we got 4 or 5 matches left…

MR: I'm not getting paid enough for this…

HI: Woah…I only agreed to do this color commentating gig if you weren't going to get paid…I need to talk to Jay about this.

Collins climbs one of the adjacent turnbuckles, and walks the ropes halfway toward the turnbuckle which Revolution's crotch is currently wrapped around. He then runs the rest of the way and hits a reverse hurricarana, slamming both men onto the steel steps and down to the thinly padded concrete floor.

MR: WHAT A MOVE!!

HI: THERE IS ONLY ONE WAY TO DESCRIBE THAT MOVE…

HI gets up and starts yelling at the crowd…the crowd quickly responds…

Crowd: HOLY SHIT HOLY SHIT HOLY SHIT!!

HI: Damn right…can Columbo do that? I think not!

Music stumbles to his feet and looks over to see the carnage on the outside. He slides out of the ring, rams Revolutions head into the steel post for good measure, then picks up and tosses Collins up and over the top rope, back into the ring.

MR: Tremendous display of strength there by Music.

HI: As you can see, someone took their vitamins…

Music rolls back into the ring and methodically starts picking apart Collins. Every time Collins tries to get up, Music nails him with a stiff right hand. Collins finally ducks between Music's legs and kicks him hard in the right leg, causing Music to fall to one knee. Collins pulls himself up, and runs at Music, who scoops him up, twirls him around, and drops him back first into his knee.

HI: Excellent Tilt-a-Whirl Backbreaker by Music.

MR: He calls that the Sentencing…

HI: That's nice…really it is…

Music puts Collins into the gutwrench position.

MR: HE'S GOING FOR THE RECKONING!!

HI: The what?

Music rips Collins up and slams him head first into a pile driver!

HI: Oh that…that's the Reckoning…gotcha…I understand now.

MR: It's gotta be over!

The ref counts to two, goes for the three count, but is dragged out of the ring by Revolution. The referee gets in Revolutions face, pushing him into the side of the ring; within arm's reach of Music…Music grabs him by palming his head, and drags him up onto the apron. Revolution knees Music in the crotch as the Ref slides back in.

HI: Nice!!

MR: That would have resulted in a disqualification on Revolution if the ref had noticed.

HI: But the ref didn't notice, which was all that mattered!

Revolution jumps over the top rope and hits a hurricanrana into a pin on Music. Music powers out after a 2 count. Revolution gets in the face of the Ref yet again. The ref pushes him back and into Collins, who spins him around and nails him with a clothesline. He then turns around, only to be slammed to the mat in a tremendous salto suplex. Kick out after 2.

MR: All three men are just trying to end the match now…

HI: Well it is for a shot at the second highest prize in the WSW…

MR: Hardcore, you made a good call!!

HI: It won't happen again, so mark this day down.

Revolution gets up slowly, as does Music…he points at the fallen Collins and Music nods. They drag Collins to his feet, and look like they are going to go for a double team suplex, but Music turns around and nails Revolution with a right hand. He then picks him back up and slams him back down with a bodyslam. Collins gets up, puts up a hand as to say stop to "The Punisher" then picks up Revolution. Music looks puzzled until Collins makes a twirling motion with his hand, and tosses Revolution into the ropes. Revolution bounces back and is slammed back first into Music's knee!

MR: Revolution was just SENTENCED!!

HI: Double teaming…you know it is going to happen in triple threat matches…

Collins goes to dish out some more punishment to Revolution, but is nailed from behind by a forearm from Music. Music then grabs Collins by the head and tosses him over the top rope, or at least tries to. Collins grabs the top rope as he flies over and lands on the apron. Music sees this and goes to knock him off the apron, only to be stunned and turned around by a hard right hand from Collins…meanwhile, Revolution has risen up behind Music. Collins flips over the top rope and catches Music by the head and plants both feet into Revolutions chest, then lands on the mat, dragging Music down with him.

MR: A missile drop kick into Revolution and a modified neckbreaker on Music, this Collins kid can really make things happen.

HI: So can I…in the sack!!

MR: I shudder to think about it…

Collins leaps to his feet and jump up onto the top turnbuckle so he faces the crowd. He then leaps backwards into a moonsault, twists halfway, and drops a leg drop onto Music.

MR: LETHAL INJECTION!! LETHAL INJECTION!! LETHAL INJECTION!!

HI: You see…told you…three times…

Collins goes for the pin. One………………..Two………Thr- The pinfall is broken as Revolution nails Collins from behind with a forearm. Music rolls out of the ring as Revolution hits a big vertical suplex on Collins. He then hits another suplex, and then another. He goes for a forth but is blocked as Collins locks his legs inside of Revolutions legs. Collins then elbows Revolution in the head several times until Revolution lets go. He flings himself into the ropes, only to be knocked down hard by a superkick from Revolution.

MR: It could be over right here!!

HI: I don't know…Collins is resilient.

Revolution locks on what looks to be a Dragon Sleeper and Arabian Clutch hybrid submission.

MR: DRAGON CLUTCH!!

HI: God, do you know the names of all these moves?

MR: Of COURSE!!

HI: And can you stop yelling now?

MR: YES!!

HI: GOOD!!

MR: Stop shouting, Icon…

HI: Sonofa…

Collins makes his way to the ropes, forcing Revolution to release the hold. Revolution then kicks Collins out of the ring, bounces off the ropes and hits a super star splash to the outside on the two barely standing opponents, Collins and Music.

MR: Revolution hurt himself almost as much as he hurt them.

HI: They don't call it high risk because it feels like you're in a field of posies.

Revolution grabs Collins by the hair and tosses him back into the ring. He follows after tossing Music over the barricade and into the crowd. As he slides into the ring, he gets kicked in the midsection by Collins. Collins ducks behind him and goes for a back suplex, only to have Revolution flip around a lock on a front headlock. Revolution lifts Collins up in the air…

MR: He's going for the KEY CRUSHER!!

Collins kicks his legs, flips around, and falls forward, dragging Revolution's head into the mat with him.

MR: GUILTY VERDICT!!

HI: It's all over.

Collins goes for the pin. 1… 2... 3!!

WINNER OF THIS MATCH AS A RESULT OF A PINFALL, AND NUMBER ONE CONTENDER FOR THE IC CHAMPIONSHIP = ANTONIO J. COLLINS!

MR: Collins finally got his victory over Revolution!!

HI: And a shot at the IC title…not too shabby for a non-Icon.

MR: Well Icon, it's that time…

HI: Those burritos really make you shit, huh?

MR: …I mean the IC Title Match between Damon and Adz, is going to take place… but before, Jay spins the Wheel Of Fun!

HI: Oh, yeah… I knew that… WHOO!

The scene cuts backstage where Adz is standing with Spartacus on his shoulders. Damon has the IC Title around his waist as Jay smirks before stepping aside from the wheel

Jay: KIT, I'm sure this'll bring back memories for you… please… spin the wheel…

KIT seems far from impressed and gives the wheel a spin. As the wheel starts to slow, Adz grins and starts to take his top off, only to be disappointed once it clicks past "Bra and Panties match" and ends up landing on "Table Match". Jay laughs before walking off

HI: HELL YES!!

The scene cuts to see Icon standing up and chanting with the crowd

HI: WE WANT TABLES!! WE WANT TABLES!! WE WANT TABLES!!

MR: Sit down Icon, you're embarrassing me…

HI: Awww, c'mon Mikey, it's our PPV dammit!

MR: … Anyway folks, the IC Title is on the line… and first… is the challenger…

Icon finally takes his seat as "Bring Me To Life" by Evanescence plays. The crowd get to their feet and cheer in unison for the WsW Hall Of Famer, Adz, making his wrestling return to a WsW ring. He rolls into the ring, stands and pumps his fist at the New York crowd as white pyros shoot from the turnbuckles.

MR: Icon, you must be proud…

HI: Far from it… I'm proud of the kid's wrestling ability… but as a son… I wish he was dead

"Here I Go Again" by Whitesnake plays as the crowd boo the current WsW IC Champ. He ignores the crowd's negative gesture and notices the tables down the aisle. He picks one up and sets it up at the bottom of the aisle, before picking another one up and tossing it into the ring. Adz sets it up near a corner as Damon takes his IC Title off and drops it to the floor. He goes to slide another table in, but Adz takes advantage with a baseball slide, sending the table into Damon's head. The bell sounds as Damon stumbles back and into a security banister. Adz then slides out and sets that table up by the security banister corner. Adz goes over to Damon and Irish Whips him into the steel post, sending Damon to the floor. Adz takes a second to scream at the crowd who cheer in approval.

MR: An impressive start from WsW's first ever Intercontinental Champion!

HI: Yeah, but can he actually muster the smarts to put Damon through a table?

Adz turns around, just in time to see Damon's large arm send him down with a massive clothesline. The crowd's cheers instantly turn to boo's as we hear Icon chuckling. Damon picks Adz up off the floor and sends him head first into the metal security barrier. Adz holds his head in pain as Damon props Adz against the barrier, takes a step back, and then clotheslines Adz over the barrier and into the crowd. The crowd cheer at the excitement of wrestlers in the crowd as Damon steps over and begins pounding away on Adz. He hooks Adz up for a vertical suplex further onto the Bannister, but Adz kicks his legs out to reverse it, lifts Damon up and drops Damon stomach first across the Security Banister. Adz hops back to ringside and grabs Damon's legs; he positions Damon so his throat is across the security banister. Adz then lifts Damon up in a reverse spinebuster, but drops Damon throat first across the banister!! The crowd gasp as Damon falls to the mat clutching at his throat.

MR: WHAT AN IMPACT MOVE FROM ADZ!!

HI: …Jeezus… A move from Adz that makes me proud… that's the sorta shit I liked to do... and I LOVE to see…

MR: You're sick and twisted, Icon

HI: Thanks!!

Adz stomps at Damon a couple of times before rolling Damon into the ring. Adz follows and locks in a dragon sleeper, as Damon's back arches. Damon reaches out and is able to grab a rope, and ends up swinging his leg up, kicking Adz in the head. Adz stumbles backwards as Damon holds his throat, gasping for air. Adz rushes out at Damon, but Damon throws his foot up and nails Adz with a big boot. Damon then runs into the ropes and drops a big leg across the throat of Adz. Adz bounces up from the big Leg drop as Damon stands and drives his knee into the throat of Adz

HI: Hell yes, get some pay back, Kev!!

MR: That's your son in there!!

Icon slaps Mike

HI: DON'T TELL EVERYONE DAMMIT!!

Damon blatantly chokes Adz, trying to get some form of payback for the throat crusher on the barrier. Damon then lifts Adz up in a body slam position and gives him a snake eyes on the turnbuckle. Adz bounces off and stumbles backwards as Damon sets him up for a pump handle slam. He lifts Adz over onto his shoulder and spins him around, heading toward the ropes, where the table is at the foot of the ramp, but Adz's legs catch the ref and knock him out.

HI: These refs are pussies…

MR: I think we need to put a football helmet on all referees…

Adz however is able to squirm backwards and out of Damon, but keeps his arms locked in a reverse gut wrench. Adz lifts Damon up, into an Adam Bomb position… and Adam Bombs Damon to the outside, through the table!!! The crowd explode in cheers!! Adz falls to the canvas, his arm raised in victory!! Rossenbourg screams…

MR: NEW CHAMPION!!! ADZ DONE IT!!! NEW IC CHAMPION!!!

…Icon laughs…

HI: Ahahahaa… the ref's out… THE MATCH CONTINUES!!!

Adz looks around, wondering why his music isn't playing, only to see the ref knocked out. Adz shakes the ref until he wakes up and points over to the broken table. The referee looks confused as Adz looks over and sees… a broken table

MR: Where the Hell has Damon gone?!

From the other side of the ring, Damon emerges and sneaks into the ring. He waits for Adz to turn round, and when Adz finally turns round, Damon spears Adz down to the mat and begins pounding away at his head with right hands. Damon stands and yells at the crowd who respond with jeers, and vulgar language. Damon laughs mockingly as he picks Adz up and delivers a VICIOUS pump handle slam. Damon then brings the table that's inside the ring nearer the middle of the ring, before rolling Adz onto the table. He punches Adz a few times to make sure he stays down and then he goes to the apron. He hits the top turnbuckle with his hand before he starts to climb

MR: Damon looking to finish it all right here and retain his title!!

HI: He's on the top... Damon Drop, baby!!!

Damon leaps off the turnbuckles with a Damon Drop (Kamikaze Headbutt), only for Adz to roll off the table at the last minute, and see Damon send himself through the table!!! The crowd cheer, Adz celebrates, and the referee tells him that he has to put Damon through a table. Adz lets a sigh as the crowd begin a chant of "Bullshit". Adz picks Damon out of the table wreckage and drags him over to the corner. He looks outside the ring, and notices the table he set up earlier. He lifts Damon up and crotches him on the turnbuckle, so Damon is facing the crowd. Adz goes to the apron and climbs the turnbuckles and sets Damon up for a suicide-plex!!

HI: DO IT ADZ!!!

MR: YOU'LL KILL YOURSELF ADAM!!!

HI: … DO IT!!!!!!!!!

Adz cinches, but Damon stays put, his feet locked firmly in position. Adz tries again, but to no avail. Damon begins punching Adz in the kidneys and as soon as Adz lets go, nails him with a big headbutt rocking him backwards. The crowd gasp as Adz looks ready to fall. Damon grabs Adz's head, and jumps backwards into the ring, slamming Adz's head onto the turnbuckle. Adz stays slumped over the buckles as Damon goes second rope and positions him in a powerbomb. He lifts Adz up… and gives Adz The Last Stand (Crucifix Powerbomb) to the outside... and through the table!!!!

HI: HELL YES!!! A WELL EARNED VICTORY FOR KE…

MR: BULLSHIT!!! Adz had him defeated early on… but the referee was CONVINIENTLY knocked out

HI: Ahhh you're just jealous your boyfriend lost, and Damon is still the IC Champ…

WINNER BY PINFALL AND STILL IC CHAMP = KEVIN DAMON!!!

MR: So what if I am?!?!

HI: …

MR: Upset that Damon lost… that is… eh-heh

HI: Umm… I'm scared….

MR: It's time for the Triple Threat Ladder Match for the number one contendership for the Stipulation Title!

HI: Try to say that three times fast!

MR: Barnes vs. Bullet vs. Columbo, this match should be great!

HI: Bah…Columbo…the icon or the cracker…I bet he's unsaltine!

MR: That was bad…

HI: Just wait…it's about to get a lot worse.

Break Stuff by Limp Bizkit kicks in and the crowd goes wild, waiting for the appearance of Quentin Barnes! Screams for the Wolf subside quickly as a large crack of thunder hits, and the lights dim to a dark red... Young Grow Old hits and Nemesis Highlander makes his way onto the ramp... Looking straight at the ring he saunters slowly down the ramp, he then stops to look at the jeering crowd.

MR: NEMESIS HIGHLANDER!!

HI: THIS DOES NOT LOOK GOOD FOR THE OTHER PARTICIPANTS…wait a minute…Nemesis Highlander vs. Columbo…hehehe, WHOO HOO NEMESIS HIGHLANDER GONNA BREAK HIM IN HALF!!

MR: Let us show a replay of what happened at Mutiny to remind the fans why Nemesis Highlander has come back!

The Time Square display goes black then turns back on to show Bullet pinning Barnes…then Barnes freaking out…Then the brutal assault on Bullet backstage and the getaway with Mike Melling.

HI: It was only a matter of time before Barnes went psycho again and the Nemesis Highlander emerged…

MR: Well, it does not matter if it's Barnes or Nemesis Highlander to the next wrestler making his way down to the ring, because he is just looking for revenge!!

"Bitter Sweet Symphony" by The Verve thunders through Time Square as Bullet runs down to the ring with a ladder and slams it into the back of the Nemesis Highlander. Highlander falls down to one knee, then turns his neck to look at Bullet and laugh. Mike Melling runs to the other side and crouches next to the announce table, watching from a safe distance. Bullet swings the ladder to take Highlander's head off, but Highlander ducks. He then slams the ladder he was holding into Bullet's gut, doubling Bullet over.

MR: Look at Bullet! His frame just wrapped around that ladder.

HI: Your body tends to do that when slammed into hard metal surfaces. Speaking of things that need to be slammed into hard metal surfaces, where is that Columbo guy?

MR: What is it with you and that Columbo kid?

HI: The asswipe stole my-

The word "STAR" appears on the Times Square display…then "SUPERSTAR"…then "ICON."

HI: Well, finally the WSW starts paying some respect. Well jackasses, I'm already here…

"THIS IS A SONG FOR THE LONELY HEARTED" echoes around Time Square as Bon Jovi's "My Life" starts playing, and Chad Columbo runs down the ramp with two ladders in his hands.

HI: SONOFA-

MR: Calm down Icon…everyone knows that you're the true Icon…

HI: Except for that dumbass.

Camera pans over to show guy in the 321st row with a sign saying "Cad Columbus is the true Icon!!"

HI: Bring me this Cad Columbus, and I'll show him who the icon of this sport is!

MR: I think that's a horrible misspelling of Chad Columbo's name…

HI: SONOFA-

Columbo slams both his ladders into Bullet and Highlander…the crowd gasps with the sickening thuds the ladders make as they impact the wrestlers skulls. Columbo shrugs, then slides a ladder into the ring and follows.

MR: Smart move by Columbo, trying to win the match early after a high impact move…great move by the-

HI: Say it and you'll never have children again…

MR: Cracker…yes Cracker is what I was going to say and Cracker is his name…Cracker.

HI: He's probably not even a very good cracker…or perhaps his nickname describes him…brittle like a cracker…

MR: And tasty?

HI: You want to die don't you?

Columbo sets the ladder up in the middle of the ring, then climbs up to the top…he gets to the very top and looks around…a look of sudden realization appears on his face…

MR: We're in TIME SQUARE…There is NO roof to hang a contract from!!

HI: Why that cunning Jay V has done it again…

All of a sudden, the hair of the fans, wrestlers, and announcers start whipping around…

MR: What the hell is going on??

The Time Square display flicker then the familiar face of Jay V appears on the screen.

Jay V: Realizing that it would be impossible to have a match that suspended anything from the roof in the roofless Time Square…I decided to call up some friends…and they've helped solve my little dilemma…you see folks, JFK airport has decided to permanently loan us one of their helicopters which shall be my personal transport after this match…anyway…what I'm trying to say is this: the contract for the number one contendership for the Stipulation Title will indeed hang from the sky and take a ladder to get to…it'll just be hanging from a HELICOPTER!! That is all!

The crowd screams in approval, as Jay V's visage disappears from the screen and a helicopter flies above Time Square!

HI: God dammit, my papers are going everywhere!

MR: It's only a copy of Big'uns!

HI: KRIS IS GONNA BE SO MAD

MR: That his big'uns is messed up?

HI: No… that I haven't shared…

Back in the ring, Columbo goes to reach for the contract as it is lowered by the helicopter…he touches it with his fingers as the ladder is knocked out from under him by Nemesis Highlander!! Columbo flies and lands crotch first onto the turnbuckle!!

MR: Well, he is not going to be able to have kids anytime soon…

HI: Good…end his dumbass bloodline there…I'm an icon…and I would never allow my little icons to feel a turnbuckle up close and personal like that!

Highlander sets the ladder back up then gets his leg clipped from behind by Bullet!

HI: Now, hypothetically…if Highlander and Bullet were racing in two cars…on a normal street…and Highlander won…would he be faster then a speeding Bullet?

Laughter burst over the public announce systems placed throughout Times Square…

HI: A-thank You!!

MR: I hate you…

HI: I hate Columbo too!

Bullet goes to work on the back of Nemesis Highlander's left leg. He nails it with several knee drops and elbow drops. He then locks on a reverse figure four.

HI: I wonder…

MR: Oh oh…What do you wonder?

HI: WHY THE HELL AREN'T THEY DOUBLE TEAMING THAT COLUMBO WHORE??

MR: The world may never know…

Columbo, still on the turnbuckle, eases himself up and turns around to face the ring. He flies off the turnbuckle in an attempt at a big splash, only to have Highlander roll over, thus causing Columbo to eat mat.

MR: Nemesis rolled over to relieve the pressure placed on his knee by Bullet. He inadvertently saved himself and Bullet from that splash…

HI: HOW DOES THE MAT TASTE COLUMBO? I HOPE IT TASTED LIKE DEATH!

MR: Jeez Icon, calm down…

HI: You SOOO better be talking to me.

MR: I am…

Bullet releases the reversed hold and scrambles to his feet. Highlander grabs the ropes and hauls himself up as well. The two men grapple, Highlander stuffs Bullet into a side headlock. Bullet tosses him off into the ropes. Highlander goes for a spear, but Bullet leapfrogs and Highlander hits the just recovered Columbo.

HI: YES YES YES YES!

MR: Put away the Big'uns!

Highlander gets up and turns around, only to be knocked down by a clothesline from Bullet. Bullet then starts to climb up the ladder…the helicopter again dips down to place the contract within reaching distance of the ladder's top. Bullet climbs about halfway up the ladder, only for Barnes to rip him off the ladder and place him into a torture rack position.

MR: WE'VE SEEN THIS BEFORE!!

HI: Why?? Why??

MR: Why what?

HI: Why can't it be Columbo??

MR: What the hell is it between you two…

HI: Let's put it this way…There are only two things I hate in this world…fat chicks and people who use my name…let's just say I think Columbo may fill both the criteria…

Highlander twirls Bullet around and drives Bullet's head into the mat!

MR: BARNES STORM!

HI: Nope…look at him again…

MR: Oh shit…HIGLAND ENTRY!!

HI: Right you are then.

Nemesis Highlander sits up with a grin on his face, as Mike Melling on the outside jumps up and screams in approval. Highlander looks at the ladder then looks at Bullet. He puts his head in his hands…shaking…then, with what appears to be a different look in his eyes, starts climbing up the ladder…

MR: It's almost as if there is a separate match occurring in Highlander's mind…Highlander wants to decimate his opponents, while someone else in that sick twisted mind wants to win the match…possibly Barnes…

HI: Bottom line is… Nemesis Highlander is fucking nuts.

As he gets about halfway up the ladder, Bullet staggers up and, grabbing Highlander, powerbombs him down to the mat. He turns around to see Columbo crouching over, trying to get up, and nails him with a flipping rocker dropper type move…

MR: HEADSHOT!!

HI: YES KILL HIM!!

Bullet stands up and starts climbing the ladder, as Mike Melling slides a chair into the ring next to Highlander. Columbo starts to get up to his feet as well…

MR: Highlander has a chair!

Nemesis Highlander grabs the steel chair and nails Columbo with it. He then slams it into the back of Bullet. He puts the chair down for a second as he drags Bullet over to the ladder laying in the middle of the ring…he lays Bullet's body on it…he then grabs the chair and climbs to the top rope…

MR: HE'S GOING TO KILL HIMSELF AND BULLET!!

HI: Then maybe Columbo?

Highlander jumps off and does a frog splash with the chair underneath him, smashing it into Bullet and driving Bullet into the ladder.

Bullet and Highlander remain down in the middle of the ring as Columbo rolls out to the outside, catching his breath…

HI: God he's so close…

MR: You're under contract as an announcer not a wrestler…

HI: One good hit…

Columbo notices that Highlander is starting to regain consciousness. He climbs up the apron then up the turnbuckle and awaits…he dives off as soon as Highlander gets to his feet and nails Highlander with a Flying Forearm!

HI: What a crappy move…

MR: It's called the Cracker Jack…

HI: That's probably where he found his gimmick…

Highlander sits up…Columbo climbs to the ropes again, and jumps off for another Cracker Jack, only to be caught by Highlander with a big gloved hand around the throat. Highlander choke slams Columbo to the mat, then props up a ladder in the corner of the ring and looks at Bullet who has used the ropes to get to his feet…

HI: Hehehe, a ladder in the corner, one of the oldest tricks in the book…the book I wrote! Not that jackass Columbo…

MR: Stop with the Columbo slams…you're going to hurt yourself…

Highlander tosses Bullet into the corner with the ladder in it…He looks at the ladder laying against the ropes near Bullet, then shakes his head and goes to the opposite corner of the ring…he gets in a three point stance, then charges!

MR: HE'S GOING FOR A SPEAR!!

Highlander goes for a spear on Bullet in the corner, but at the last second Bullet pulls the ladder laying against the ropes to his side in front of him, causing Highlander to smash into the ladder, then Bullet!

MR: What a Spear there…but Bullet pulled the ladder in the way, thus knocking out Highlander…I think…

HI: Ouch…No, Highlander is stirring!

MR: Can nothing stop this man…wait…what's Columbo up to?

HI: Ask me if I care. ASK ME!!

Columbo grabs a ladder and, running from the opposite side of the ring, tosses it in front of him so it's perfectly horizontal and dropkicks it into the back of Nemesis Highlander.

MR: GOOD GOD…WOULD YOU LOOK AT THAT!!

HI: Ladder, Bullet, ladder, Highlander, and ladder…not as good as I would do…but then again nothing anybody does, especially this asswipe Columbo, is as good as I could do.

Bullet and Highlander lay in the corner amongst the pile of ladders. Columbo stands up slowly, looks around a bit, then lets his stare rest on the contract high above the ring. The fans scream in approval!!

MR: This kid's got it in the bag if he just climbs the ladder and gets the contract!

Columbo starts to climb the ladder.

HI: GODDAMMIT NO!!

Columbo reaches the top of the ladder and reaches up for the dangling contract.

MR: COLUMBO'S GOING TO WIN IT!!

HI: NO NO NO!!

MR: It's over. IT'S OVER!!

Just as he's about to reach the contract, Nemsis Highlander kicks one of the ladders on top of him into the ladder that Columbo is on, causing it to rock…Columbo loses his footing and falls, chin first into the top of the ladder, then bounces off…but the ladder still stands. Highlander then rises from the wreckage and drags Bullet to his feet…He tosses him up in the air and hits a modified Ace Crusher on him onto a ladder….

MR: MORTAL NEMESIS!!

HI: Holy Shit…what a move…wait…is Nemesis leaving?

Nemesis rolls out of the ring and out through the crowd with his manager Mike Melling.

MR: All Highlander lives for is causing pain, he doesn't care about winning…he's the exact opposite of Quentin Barnes…

HI: Kind of like Columbo is the exact opposite of yours truly?

Back in the ring, Columbo crawls over to the ladder and starts pulling himself up slowly, step by step…a look of intense pain on his face each time he reaches for the next ring. He finally gets to the top…

MR: Highlander could have won this if he had just stuck around long enough…

HI: But instead he has to gift wrap it and give it to this wannabe Icon…

Columbo reaches up and snags the contract from the rope attached to the helicopter…the bell sounds and it's over!

WINNER OF THIS MATCH AS A RESULT OF REACHING THE CONTRACT = CHAD "THE CRACKER" COLUMBO

MR: Quite an impressive showing by Columbo…

HI: Not really…

MR: Come on Icon, you have to admit he earned that victory.

HI: Remember MR, Fat Chick plus Name Thief equals Columbo…

MR: "Up next we have the Auto Graveyard match… Obviously, due to the lack of Auto Graveyards within Times Square…"

HI: "No shit Dr. Watson…"

MR: "What the… Anyway, this Auto Graveyard is a makeshift one, set up in a near by parking lot… Lets head down there now…"

The cameras fade in to Justin Bred looking around the piles of junk, searching, opening and shutting demolished car doors… Looking inside barrels…

HI: "Ahhh, smart move by Bred… Looking for places where Anjel or even the eerie Sid Griffith might appear from…"

MR: "Doesn't really fit in with Justin Bred's usual type of plan…"

HI: "It's a title match, you have to be smart…"

Bred turns round and shouts to Rachel Bred, who is stood at the foot of the mound of junk…

JB: "Rachel… I can't find us none of them there roadkills for supper…"

She rolls her eyes and keeps a tight grip of the title belt as "Get Some" By Snot hits. Bred turns to the entrance way where Silent Sid Griffith makes his way into the "Auto Graveyard". Looking intense, he turns to one of the cars and pulls the hood off of it. Bred looks around and pulls the exhaust pipe from underneath another…

MR: "And here we go with some good action…"

Bred runs down the pile of junk, jumps onto the roof of one of the cars and springs off waving the exhaust pipe through the air… As he brings it down there is the clang of metal on metal, Griffith using the hood to block the shot with the exhaust… Griffith lifts it into the air and slams it towards Bred's head… It is blocked by the exhaust. Bred swings again, this time smashing Griffith's fingers forcing the Silent one to drop the large metal hood.

MR: "Nice intelligent shot by Justin Bred…"

HI: "Seriously… are you KIDDING!?"

"Haunted" by Evanescence hits, Bred and the slightly taken aback Griffith stop mid swing and look to the entrance… Nothing…

MR: "Where's Anjel!?"

HI: "I dunno… I was hoping to get laid…"

MR: "What the…"

HI: "Nothing to do with this match… It was just a hope…"

The music stops… Then "Haunted" by Evanescence hits again, still both men look to the entrance… Again, Anjel is no-where to be seen…

MR: "What is going on!?"

HI: "I have no idea…"

MR: "…"

HI: "SHUT UP!"

Griffith turns and sees that Justin still has his back to him looking for Anjel. Seizing this opportunity he runs nailing Bred in the back with a high knee sending him over the hood of a near by car. Griffith runs and dives over the car, landing on top of Bred before Griffith begins smashing fists into his face, before… Justin's knee lifts directly into Griffith's groin area.

HI: "What a great match this has been so far…"

MR: "For once we're in agreement…"

HI: "WHAT THE FUCK!?"

Icon's comment, not directed at Rossenbourg, but at the 2 cars that have just exploded into the air, landing just feet away from Bred and Griffith… The 2, shocked, jump to their feet and stumble into the open area of the graveyard, only to see Anjel slowly Sauntering into view…

HI: "What the fuck is she wearing!?"

MR: "It looks like a metal Bikini that has been moulded to her body…"

HI: "So she was VERY cold when they were moulding it!?"

Icon making reference to the nipple like metal shards pointing out from the Bikini top… Griffith looks deep in trace with a sick and sadistic look upon his face, Bred tries to get the jump on the Silent one whose instant fixation makes him impervious to the attack… Bred is quickly disposed of as he is slammed through a nearby windscreen by a Sid Griffith Gorrilla press…

MR: "Nothing is gunna stop Sid Griffith getting his hands on Anjel…"

HI: "Except a boner…"

MR: "…"

HI: "What!? The metal would chafe…"

Griffith makes a beeline for the emotionless Anjel… Unmoved by the oncoming attack, Griffith heads straight for her and extends his large hands around her throat… Lifting her high into the air and smashing her through a pile of nearby cars…

MR: "HOLY MOTHERFUCKING ASSHOLES…"

HI: "Have you been talking to Adz?"

MR: "SHE'S GETTING UP ICON…"

HI: "What the f…"

As Anjel makes her way back to Griffith, she just smiles… He looks at first bemused, then excited, before the returning Bred slams a fender around his head…

HI: "Ohhhh… Painful…"

MR: "Now that's what I call a fender bender…"

HI: "You have been talking to Adz haven't you?"

Griffith gets back to his feet only to be smashed across the back with the fender again, dropping him to the ground once more… Bred takes the fender and places it between the feet of Griffith, stopping his legs from closing… From a distance, Bred runs and slams his boot into the Silent one's groin…

MR: "Oh my god…"

HI: "I'm gunna throw up…"

MR: "Me too…"

Griffith rolls away in pain as Bred faces up to Anjel, she still is emotionless… Bred goes for a right hand which is blocked… He tries another, and again it is blocked, still with no return from Anjel… No attack from her as of yet… Bred grabs Anjel and hoists her into the air for a Brainbuster, Anjel just slides down Bred's back and out of harms way… Still, no offence…

HI: "Is she hoping that by frustrating Bred his brain will explode and she'll win that way? Cos it'll never work…"

MR: "Yeah, it's totally unrealistic…"

HI: "Yeah… Bred doesn't have a brain…"

Bred tries for a headbutt, Anjel dodges and Bred's head smashes through a nearby windscreen… The blood starts to flow as he staggers back into the center of the graveyard… Griffith is back to his feet, kicks Bred in the gut and nails a huge Powerbomb on the concrete…

1… 2… NO! NEAR FALL!

Griffith staggers after the low blow… He drags Bred to his feet and walks to the far side of the graveyard and sprints nailing the Helter Skelter, a sprinting gore into Bred's spine…

1… 2… NO! ONLY A 2 COUNT!

At this point, Griffith notices Anjel still watching… That sick look returns, he slowly moves towards Anjel… From behind, he hears a whistle… As he turns, Bred lifts him up and staggers backwards nailing an Incestuous Rest onto the engine of a car… The crimson mask covers Griffith's face quickly…

1… 2… NO! GRIFFITH KICKS OUT!

MR: "What a match!"

HI: "THIS RULES!"

Bred turns his attentions back to Anjel who is still stood watching… Running at her with a clothesline, she ducks, frustrating Bred further… Bred goes for 2 or 3 more rights all blocked… At which point, Griffith is back to his feet and making his way over with a windscreen…

MR: "What's his plans here!?"

HI: "I have no idea…"

MR: "Will you quit saying that!?"

Griffith holds onto the Windscreen, leaning it against a car… He then picks up a crowbar from the ground and slams it into the kidney's of Justin Bred, still trying to get an offensive move on the unfazed Anjel… As he cowers in pain, Griffith drags Bred to the windscreen, leaning him against it… Taking a run up again, Griffith dives through Bred and the windscreen, leaving the master of Hickanomics down and out…

MR: "And now back to Anjel…"

HI: "Woo… Griffith gunna get some…"

Sid slowly walks to Anjel who again, doesn't move… Griffith levels her with 2 consecutive right hands, both knocking her to the ground… and both Anjel stands straight back up from… He tries again with a succession of hard clotheslines, again, knocking her down… Again, she stands straight back up… Finally, losing his cool, Griffith picks her up with one hand, slamming her through the roof of a nearby car smashing through it to the inside…

HI: "Griffith looks VERY happy…"

MR: "BUT THE CAR DOOR IS OPENING!"

Anjel steps out of the car, and looks past Griffith to where Bred is getting to his feet… The destruction of the surrounding area causing large jagged pieces of metal to be protruding from the surrounding metal… Griffith turns slowly and heads back to Griffith as a brawl begins… Anjel looks around and smiles… With a flick of her hand 4 or 5 hubcaps fly in the direction of the brawling men… One connects with Bred's gut dropping him to his knees… Another almost taking off Griffith's head off…

MR: "That doesn't make for a happy Sid Griffith…"

HI: "Good, good…"

Anjel moves forward past the angry Griffith who doesn't move… She turns and superkicks Justin Bred! She sprints forward, spearing the West Virginian onto the hood of an old junker! Griffith is now up and has his trusty croquet mallet in his right hand. Anjel turns and… Griffith hands her the mallet?! He smiles a sickening, contorted grin as he points his index finger towards Mr. Bred, who is beginning to stand on the hood. Anjel quickly hops onto the hood and swings, the head of the mallet connecting with the side of Justin Bred's skull. Justin Bred falls limply from the hood of the car to the ground below. Anjel drops the croquet mallet and jumps down to the ground, picking Bred up from the ground.

HI: "What the HELL is going on here!?"

MR: "This is madness…"

Griffith grabs Bred away from Anjel, signalling to the mallet. As Griffith lifts Bred up into an inverted Piledriver position, Anjel grabs the mallet into hand, lifting it above her head. Sid jumps up, and as he performs one of his three finishers, In Memory of... Anjel thrashes the mallet head into the lower back of Justin Bred. Griffith stands, looking down at the man in pain. He smiles, satisfied, turns around, and is met dead on by the mallet from Anjel, directly into his skull.

MR: "Griffith is out!"

HI: "I think Anjel has this match in the bag…"

Anjel turns to Justin Bred who is trying hard to get to his feet, holding his spine and head… He tries to nail her with a right hand but is unsuccessful… She pushes him back against the car and throws a hubcap at him, then swings her foot into the metal, in turn smashing it into his face… Also smashing the back of his head against the car!

MR: " Cross of Styx!"

HI: "Inverted!"

MR: "She has it won!"

1… 2… NO! BRED ROLLS HIS SHOULDER UP!

Not wanting to look fazed, she walks away from him turns and sprints nailing the Rolling Thunder… Kicking him straight in the jaw… She then smiles again as she grabs his foot and locks in the Winter's Revenge!

MR: "That has to be it! NO-WHERE TO RUN!"

HI: "Except the land of snapped ankles… Where snapped ankles run and dance and play, frolicking in the snow…"

MR: "…"

HI: "I think I picked up one of Adz's funny cakes…"

As Bred raises his hand to tap, Anjel looks bemused… She suddenly lets go and is dragged back across the lot… Before her back smashes against a large metal plate… The Car Magnet! From inside the crane, Sid Griffith looks down with a look of sheer pleasure… Anjel is stuck to the magnet… Griffith steps out of the Crane and slowly walks in front of Anjel as she struggles to get free… With a look on his face of sheer pleasure he extends his hands out towards her body… As his fingers reach about an inch away, he feels a large metal object smash against his head… He falls to the feet of Justin Bred, holding his title in his hands… Rachel Bred stood next to him…

RB: "See Justin… Told ya it was useful for somethin…"

Justin then uses Anjel's metal underwear to climb up to her shoulders… He then jumps off with an inverted Pancakes!

1… 2… 3!

WINNER BY PINFALL AND STILL STIPULATION CHAMPION = JUSTIN BRED

He gets to his feet and stumbles away, Rachel by his side… The blood still pouring down his face… As he reaches a safe distance, Sid Griffith gets to his feet, looking angry… He looks first in Justin's direction, then turns sadistically towards Anjel… Still stuck to the Magnet… As he makes his way towards her once more, a car engine in the back ground starts… Griffith ignores this… Anjel smiles and looks down towards her bikini top… Griffith extends his hand and places it upon her breast… She smiles more as he leans in, tongue extended out of his mouth… As his tongue grazes her lips, a battery cable from her left nipple wraps around them… At this point, Sid notices both that the car engine is running and that she is no longer attached to the magnet…

HI: "What the hell is going on!?"

MR: "I wish I knew…"

As the cable wraps around them both, Griffith looks at her smugly, making it clear that he believes she has no intention of continuing… As smiles back and in a sickening gesture, smiles, winks and finally licks the side of his face as the battery cable connects to the car battery… Her sickening, evil laugh is heard…

HI: "OH MY GOD!"

MR: "THEY'LL BOTH BE KILLED!"

Smoke is created as 1500 Volts of electricity fires through their collective bodies… Finally, after what seems like hours, the car ignition cuts… And Sid Griffith falls to the ground unconscious… Anjel is no-where to be found…

HI: "WHERE THE HELL IS SHE!?"

MR: "SHE MUST HAVE BEEN BURNT ALIVE… CREMATED!"

The referees quickly extinguish all small flames from the body of Griffith and a crash team are quickly brought to the scene… As Anjel's maniacal laugh is heard once again…

MR: "And its time…"

HI: "You have to go pee… AGAIN!?"

MR: "No… ass… It's time for the WsW Heavyweight Title match!"

The Barriers are lifted, all bar the ones holding the fans away from the entrance way… Beer has been flowing from all day activities and the fans are rowdy! "I'm Going Slightly Mad" hits and Krazy Kris makes his way to the ring… In his hands he has a large basket of Rose petals which he showers the rabid fans with…

HI: "Dear god…"

MR: "I think I agree…"

Rolling into the ring, he throws them in each corner in some sort of ritual… Finally dropping the basket to the ground and jumping up and down on it… "Gates of Babylon" By Rainbow hits, and as Stryfe makes his way into view, Krazy Kris slides out of the ring and drags the barriers to one side, fans flooding Stryfe. Kris heads straight back into the ring…

HI: "Woah… that was slightly intelligent…"

MR: "He is a highly talented superstar…"

Fans swarm around Stryfe trying to get a hand on him, each time he tries to stride to the ring, a beer bottle is smashed over his head! Finally, after blood begins to pour from Stryfe's face… Finally, he is pushed into the ring where KK stands looking at his nails…

KK: "Oh, Stryfe.. How good to see you… Where HAVE you been?!"

Stryfe slowly gets to his knees, and is greeted with 7 or 8 quick right hands to the side of the head before Kris comes from the far side nailing a kick to the face, sending Stryfe to his back… Kris calls to the fans to be handed a weapon… A bottle is thrown in…

KK: "Ha ha… very funny! GIMME A WEAPON!"

Another fan turns and picks up a seat and throws that in…

KK: "COME ON! I'M TRYING TO WIN A MATCH HERE!"

Finally, a third fan throws a pair of thong underwear into the ring…

KK: "THANK YOU!"

Kris wraps the underwear around his fist and pummels it into Stryfe's face… Stryfe looks up at Kris, the underwear cushioning the blows to his face. Kris comes off the ropes but is met with a Stryfe kick to the gut, he grips Kris by the hair and sends him over the top rope into the fans… The mass sound of bottles breaking against Kris's body is heard throughout the arena. In the ring, Stryfe is being handed chairs, bottles, crutches, TV sets, tool kits and a blow up doll…

HI: "HEY!? Where in the hell did you get Elizabeth…"

MR: "What?!"

HI: "Uh… my… um… special crutch… yeah that's what I was talking about"

The fans continue to pummel Kris, as he disappears underneath the mass humanity that is the fans, finally, 3 or 4 feet away, Kris's head is seen popping up by the ring. He rolls in, standing up, only to be smashed in the face with the crutch, sending wood splinters all over the fans on the outside. Kris rolls around holding his face.

MR: "Nice shot by Stryfe!"

HI: "Nearly took Kris's face off… unfortunately, it didn't…"

As Kris slowly gets to his knees, he feels a chair shot smashing into his spine… Followed by a second, and then a third! Finally, Stryfe places his foot on Kris's neck, bringing the chair down onto his head!

MR: "Dear god!"

HI: "Stryfe is making the cover!"

1… 2… NO! KRIS GETS HIS SHOULDER UP!

Stryfe grabs the TV, he lifts it high above his head and runs at Kris who quickly adjusts his position, dropping Stryfe face first onto the TV… His head smashing through the screen!

Crowd: "HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!"

Kris staggers to his feet and looks across at the options in front of him, The Blow Up doll, the bottles and the tool kit… Kris takes the obvious choice…

HI: "Why the fuck is Kris dancing with Eli… That Blow up Doll!"

MR: "He's a little Krazy…"

Kris slaps a lip lock on the doll and sits it in the corner. Walking to the tool kit, he opens it and pulls out a hammer… Stryfe gets to his feet and turns to take a shot to the gut with that very hammer… The look in his eyes changing drastically, the goofy smile becoming a sadistic smirk… He takes the hammer and brings it down into Stryfe's head… Knocking Stryfe to the ground unconscious…

1… 2… NO! SO, SO CLOSE!

Kris pulls the box into the centre of the ring, pouring out all of the tools onto the ground. Kris pulls Stryfe to his feet, quickly nailing a snap DDT on the large amounts of tools… Kris holds his back in pain as a Stanley Knife slices into his back.

HI: "Oooo… Bad slice to the back…"

MR: "Never heard of a slice to the back before…"

HI: "Shut the hell up wiener…"

Kris rolls over into a quick cover…

1… 2… THAT'S ONLY A 2!

Kris gets to his feet and heads to the corner… Stryfe pulls himself up to his feet, on the ropes… He turns and gets nailed with a clothesline… Both Kris and Stryfe over the top into the sea of fans! The cheers explode as fans pummel both men! Stray hands smash into both faces and bodies…

HI: "This is like hell…"

MR: "Kind've…"

HI: "…"

Finally, both men are rolled back into the ring, the race on to get to their feet… Stryfe slowly crawls to the centre of the ring and grabs the sledgehammer… Kris grabs the chair as both get to their feet slowly… They stagger, and as they turn towards each other they both swing… metal hits metal as the chair and sledgehammer connect… Both men stagger back, Stryfe swings again, but Kris ducks… He turns and swings the chair, but Stryfe ducks… Finally, Stryfe turns and swings low, connecting with Kris's sternum!

HI: "Jesus Christ! That could kill Kris!"

MR: "That was sick!"

Stryfe makes a quick cover…

1… 2… NO! KICK OUT BY KK!

Stryfe stomps in the ground… He pulls Kris to his feet and Nails his Trademark… The Russian Neck Drop!

1… 2… NO! ANOTHER KICK OUT!

Stryfe again pulls Kris to his feet and screams to the fans… He lifts Kris onto his shoulders to hit the Burning Cross! Kris struggles and drops down the back of Stryfe… He turns and is nailed with a sweet chin music… Stryfe staggers back and bounces out from the corner and is nailed with a Evenflow DDT!

MR: "KRAZY TRAIN! KRAZY TRAIN! KRAZY TRAIN!"

HI: "1… 2…"

NO NEARFALL!

Kris slowly moves to his feet and grads a few bottles… Dropping them to the ground… Lifting up Stryfe he slams him ontop of the metal, causing them to break into millions of pieces pressing into Stryfe's back! KK then climbs to the top rope…

HI: "THE INSANE PAIN ONTO THE GLASS!"

MR: "Holy crap!"

Crowd: "HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!"

1… 2… OH MY GOD! STRYFE GETS A SHOULDER UP!

Kris gets to his feet looking annoyed and grabs the sledgehammer… He lifts it over his head and slams it downwards towards Stryfe!

MR: "Thank fuck he moved!"

HI: "What the…"

Stryfe rolls out of the way and pulls himself up… With a quick kick to the gut, Kris drops the Sledgehammer, Stryfe moves forward quickly and Snaps a quick T-bone Suplex, KK's head hitting the Sledgehammer!

MR: "OH MY GOD! SICKNESS BY STRYFE!"

1… 2…

HI: "HOW DID KRIS KICK OUT!?"

True to Icon's word, Kris gets his shoulder up… Stryfe pulls Kris up and onto his shoulders, slamming him to the ground with The Burning Cross on a steel chair!

1… 2… HOLY FUCK! KRIS GOT OUT AGAIN!

Stryfe gets annoyed and climbs to the top rope… Diving off with a drop kick, Kris sticks out a boot… Each man kicking the other in the face…

HI: "This match is insane!"

MR: "Just like Kris…"

HI: "Dear god…"

As both men lie in the ring, a fan throws a chair in… This triggers a reaction as another follows suit… and another… and another… Then finally, hundreds of chairs are thrown into the ring covering both Kris and Stryfe! Both men buried underneath hundreds of chairs!

HI: "I have never seen anything like this in my life…"

MR: "Nor have I… This is a first I believe…"

The chairs slowly begin to move fans wondering which man will get to his feet first… Chairs cascade to the sides as Kris pushes out into view… They pop as Kris gets to his feet and slowly starts to move chairs aside to find where Stryfe is… He pulls the final chairs to one side, surprised to find Stryfe not there… He turns, greeted with a chair shot to the head by Stryfe… Who had moved under the chairs to another area! Stryfe smiles as he Signals for a second burning cross…

HI: "Here we go… Its all over…"

Stryfe lifts Kris up onto his shoulders… Kris slides down the back for a second time, on the way down nailing a downward spiral! He grabs a steel chair and heads to the top rope again, the crowds go wild as he dives off with the Insane Pain once more…

MR: "1…"

HI: "… 2…

3! ITS ALL OVER! KRAZY KRIS WINS THE WsW HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP!

WINNER AND NEW WSW HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION = KRAZY KRISTOPHER!!

Kris staggers to his feet… arms raised… The fans swarm the ring lifting Kris onto their shoulders… The referee hands Kris the Title as he Surfs this human wave in celebration as we fade to black!

FADE OUT